On the brink of a new discovery, she woke to find herself trapped in the deepest, darkest pits of hell.
Persephone's reincarnate, cop Sakura; Hades, Lord of the Underworld Sasuke AU. (If turned into a fic, will contain 🔞 content!)
I actually have 4 parts already written and will share them all here before I decide if I'm going to make it into a full fic or not.
Part 4/4!
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Sakura had protested to meet him at first, outraged by his sudden (though not so unexpected) summoning after their heated dispute and her swift departure (even going so far as to call the deity an arrogant bastard in front of his most loyal acolyte, who simply gazed at her with that unnerving smile he seemed so fond of), but in the end, she relented; knowing full well that he would come for her if she refused and that would be a million times worse in her book; as her past experiences with the insufferable, hubristic, alluring, seductive, supercilious, emotionally-constipated God had dictated.
And so, with much reluctance, she came to the conclusion that she simply had no choice in the matter… much to her chagrin. That didn't however mean that she could not stall their meeting for as long as humanly possible. So, she took her time to prepare… bathing for what felt like hours in her own personal chambers before dressing in a rather simple outfit… a pleated skirt and a tank top…refusing to conform to his godly and completely outrageous and ridiculous (at least in her opinion) standards of dress wear. After slipping on her sandals and brushing her hair, she deemed herself "good enough" to meet the ill-tempered deity.
The pinkette exited her bedchambers and with a short and terse nod…in the general direction of her (self-proclaimed) personal guardian, she began to follow him down the long and winding hallway toward Sasuke's throne room. As she trudged just a few paces behind his guard, Sakura tried to summon the courage inside to tell him exactly how she felt about him…no matter how he might react to her honesty… and she knew that she needed to meet him on her terms as well, if she had any chance of holding her ground in the face of a dangerous and egotistical god such as Hades. A sharp, echoing knock was heard when they came to a stop and several seconds passed before she heard a response to their arrival at the large, closed doors.
"Enter."
Hades' tone of voice was comparable to a vat of pure liquid honey, it practically oozed sensuality, and she felt her body involuntarily shiver at the sound. 'Get a grip, Sakura! Don't show him any sign of weakness,' she reprimanded herself harshly as she took a slow and steady breath. 'You can do this! Shannaro!' Sai inclined his head in her direction and after she had slipped past the unusual guardsman… as he swung open the double doors to the throne room… Sakura suddenly felt on edge, her body tensing, and her dark eyes slowly scanned her surroundings before finally settling on the man who'd unexpectedly been plaguing her thoughts since she had first laid eyes on him.
'Sasuke.'
He was dressed in his usual attire she noted but adorning with a long black cloak that lay across his broad shoulders, hiding the hues of his clothing beneath. She felt her pulse quicken as his onyx eyes fell on her, before he inclined his head in her direction, silently beckoning her to his side. An immediate response was to feel agitated and she clamped her teeth together as her fists balled at her sides, but even with those feelings settling heavily onto her chest, she held her head high and proceeded forward towards the waiting deity, intent on doing anything and everything she could to settle the growing, unsettling tension between them.
Sakura stopped just shy of reaching his magnificent throne and he waited, lifting a single brow expectantly. But when she simply refused to bow down to him…or show any sign of submission to his status, the God closed his eyes slowly while his lips lifted fractionally in amusement. "You're late, Sakura…," he carefully intoned, his left palm resting on the armrest of his throne, while his right hand toyed lazily with what appeared to be an ancient coin of some sort; tossing it across and along his fingers with such grace that if it had been anyone else, anyone at all, she would be thoroughly impressed. But since it was Sasuke, (aka Hades) she only felt her resentment towards him spike and her nails bit into her palms angrily, leaving large crescents in their wake.
They both waited, until the silence and tension became too much for her, and she finally snapped; biting out with clear, unrepressed resentment, "Why in the hell did you summon me?" Sasuke didn't speak to her at first… his gaze steadily holding firmly onto hers, before the gleaming, golden-hued currency stopped mid flip, held carefully between his index finger and middle one, before finally slipping between the two and out of sight.
He gracefully rose to his feet, his tall stature towering over her before he slowly descended the throne, settling in front of her after only a few, calculated steps. She determinedly met his intense stare, her heart picking up a frantic rhythm as he leaned down to brush his lips sensually across her left earlobe. "Why keep a King… nay…a God waiting, little human? If you were anyone else… well…do you have any idea what I would do to you for such blatant disrespect for someone with my power?"
She closed her eyes tightly and took in an unsteady breath when his fingers brushed against her cheek before twisting a strand of pink around his pointer finger. He brought it up to his nostrils, taking a deep soundless inhale as he waited for her response. Sakura clamped her teeth briefly, fighting the urge to scream at this arrogant bastard, before she spit out, "Why in the hell did you summon me," again.
The silence stretched for a moment between them, tension rising steadily while her anatomy coiled like a cobra snake ready to strike its prey, before he finally whispered, "You're angry." It wasn't spoken as a question, a mere observation on the dark deity's part, but of course, she instantly began to seethe nonetheless, before letting out an indignant snort. 'The absolute fucking balls on this man are unreal. It must be fucking hard to walk with those things dangling so lowly between his legs. I can't believe him! Arrogant prick!'
She leaned backwards, glared dangerously at him, before boldly lifting her right hand between them to hold staunchly onto his willowing cloak. His eyes flashed momentarily, but otherwise, he gave no indication that he was bothered by it and didn't make a move to pull away from her tight grip. A terse pause passed, then…"And so what if I am? What are you going to do about it… Sasuke?" The way in which she dictated his name was verging on disrespectful, but his lips only twitched humorously at the edges, before he reached between them to grasp her fist firmly, holding it to his chest while he swiftly switched their positions. A surprised gasp escaped her lips, and her head was still spinning when he then began to walk into her body…pushing her backwards.
It was only when the backs of her thighs hit the edge of his seat that she finally allowed a rattled breath to escape her lips, his smug expression now evident as his lips twisted in reclusive merriment. "I could just tell you…or perhaps I—," he practically purred before his sharp tongue darted out to lick his lips, as his gaze trailed from hers to her parted lips and then back up again, "… could just show you instead."
She jerked back in surprise, before her eyes narrowed and instinctively her left hand reared back for a slap. "Why you arrogant, son of a fucking bi—"
Before she could even finish, the deity's hand shot out and grabbed her wrist tightly… jerking her towards him, into his sternum. His lips unexpectedly crashed onto hers, and she felt as if her heart would simply burst from her ribcage and take flight as she heaved, eyes staring widely back at him. It didn't take her long however to recover from the shock of his abrupt actions, before the pinkette had closed her eyes tightly; the mounting oppressive tension felt throughout her body significantly intensifying when his arm snaked around her torso. Sakura wanted to do anything she could to ease it, needing the tight feelings growing in her chest to vanish completely, and so she chose to throw caution to the wind, and leaned into him; holding tighter as she began to move her lips against him. The instant gratification was startling, causing a soft mew to slip past her lips and into his mouth while he prodded her expectantly with the tip of his tongue. She was only too eager to indulge him and felt the tension in her shoulders slip away as she molded her front against his.
Why in God's name she didn't push him away, she had no idea, but at the moment she didn't dwell on that notion and instead let her mind go blissfully blank…completely void of anything other than the strong man holding her so tightly in his arms. The deity's hunger …nah…his desire was nearly palpable at this point as he carefully pressed her down into his throne's plush cushion. She swallowed a startled gasp when his lips moved to trail down the column of her throat; the imposing god falling to his knees before her. His hands released her and slid down, settling onto her thighs and he squeezed them as she held onto his cloak more firmly; her yearning to eliminate the crippling coiling in her lower belly outweighing any semblance of rational thought. She didn't see him in that moment as the dark and alluring god of the underworld that he was (she gave zero fucks about his title and 'superiority'), she only saw him as a man; a handsome one that was slowly working his way down to the top of her bosom with his lips and teeth while he trailed his fingertips upwards.
The divine being was uncharacteristically careful with her, as if the woman was a delicate flower that needed careful handling, and the shock of how gentle his touches actually were was well above her head at this point… because her entire focus was solely on the feel of him and how it was stirring the heat within her abdomen. Her eyelids felt heavy and so she closed them, her grip on his attire loosening to trail up to his shoulders before feeling their way to his hair.
She twisted her fingers through his tresses; the thick, silky strands slipping in and out of her fingers as a soft sigh left her lips when Sasuke began to suck almost greedily at her clavicle. Her lethargic, burning gaze slowly lifted up to the ceiling, and the candle's reflections twinkled brightly in the depths of her eyes when her mouth parted once more on a low whimper, when his searching fingertips moved higher; well past the hem of her pleated skirt to brush lightly along the hem of her lacy, red thong with just the tip of his index finger. 'Why did I wear this of all things… FUCK!' Sakura's fingers reflexively flexed against his scalp and he growled against her skin, before lifting his left hand to reach for her throat. His mouth moved to the top of her bosom and then lower as he gently squeezed her neck, the pressure of his fingers on her causing her eyes to close once again and a sensual, feminine moan to escape instead. She began to impatiently tug him downward… desperately attempting to find a way to relieve the vehement, intolerable, and ever-growing ache between her thighs.
Time moved slowly for her as his hand on her neck drifted down, passing over her side, (pausing to gently squeeze a breast) before finally settling on her abdomen. His fingers lifted the fabric of her shirt and his lips took their place, tips squeezing the soft, pliable flesh on her side as he suckled on the skin just above her bellybutton. She gasped loudly when his other hand moved to explore her body further… pushing the darkened, damp fabric of her panties aside to brush lightly along the seam of her folds. Her head pitched the side swiftly, rolling as she rested the weight of it on her shoulder to gaze down at him with unencumbered desire. He looked up at her then, a dark gaze settled on hers, as his tongue snaked out to toy with her bellybutton before he pulled away.
Sakura feared he was done, but was too frustrated to even speak at first when suddenly a wicked smirk twisted on his lips, mere seconds before he lowered even further to plant heated kisses along her thighs. He used both of his hands to pull her towards the edge of the throne, before lifting her legs up to rest on his shoulders. She felt a blush rushing to her cheeks at the position and was almost ready to protest when his tongue suddenly lapped at her womanhood. She threw her head back, body tensing at the sudden intrusion before settling once more when he held her legs apart with one hand to taste her again.
Her thighs desperately wanted to squeeze his head tighter to hold him in place, to hold him hostage against her as he quickly turned into a starved man… drinking, sucking, and licking every part of her that he could possibly reach; as if he was somehow trying to possess her… with both his lips and tongue. She briefly wondered where he acquired such skill in pleasing others, but pushed that thought aside real quickly when his tongue delved between her folds and into her heat. Sakura's blush raced all over her body… a fever that had nothing to do with embarrassment and everything to do with her unabashed desire for this "otherworldly" creature.
"S-Sasuke," she instinctively whimpered when the tension had finally dissipated from her body… her figure practically melting into the seat of his throne as she let all of her walls finally drop in front of him and he revealed in the sight…for as long as she would allow him to while his eyes flashed to a vibrant shade of crimson, in order to imprint the enticing sight into his memory and allow it to stay there in his mind forever.
The harsh sounds of desperate breathing expel from her expanding lungs rendering her momentarily lightheaded as his tongue slides along her sensitive clit. His eyes, crimson and all-seeing, were void of every other emotion known to man, apart from the oppressive and smoldering heat of his own desires to consume her; in both body and soul.
Her fingers twist in his locks, digging deeper into his scalp, and she ventured to slump even further down in the deity's large throne, her previous unease nearly nonexistent now that he had eased the tension in her shoulders with a few smoldering looks and daring "kisses". He looks nowhere else but at her while he pauses to lick his lips, a low growl of approval reverberating softly against her inner thighs as he nuzzles between them more. With eyes now heavy, she casts them downwards and when her eyes lock onto his— he continues.
Tasting and ravishing, until she's nothing but a whimpering mess of unbridled lust. She bends back, her head touching the wooden backrest… causing her hair to limp behind her head… while she thrust forward the best that she can from the position he firmly holds her in. Rendered unable to do anything other than take his unabashed hunger for her, shelets out a guttural groan when he latches onto her clit. His lips twist, mocking almost in their deliverance, and his fingers dig into her thighs as he whispers against her folds, "Imagine, Sakura, you as my Queen; luxuriating in all that I can provide for you; in all that I am as a King… ruler of the Underworld. You would have anything and everything your heart desires, as long as you're willing to surrender to me completely. Isn't that what you want, hmm? Why do you keep coming back for more if not?"
Her teeth clenched and her eyes snapped shut as she let out a groan of resentment. She hated him, deeply, but her desire was far too great to ignore now and so she refused to acknowledge his words and instead forced him forwards once again while she found the leverage she needed (with her heels planted firmly on his shoulders) to grind her hips against him…eliciting more moans of pleasure as her belly began to burn.
The fire grew to unbelievable proportions… and soon, she was tumbling; falling as stars shone brightly behind closed eyelids… feeling her walls finally constricting, she let loose of her passion with a deep and throaty moan; his vibrant irises flashing as he tasted her essence, though not for the first time since he'd kidnapped her to the underworld.